We recently went to an art exhibit titled, Dark Matter. The artist, an intelligent and gifted person who we have known for many years, was troubled by his lack of understanding of just what infinity means.
For me, it has always been a graphic symbol, a snake eating its tail. Intellect and intuition are two different parts of the brain. I know what magnetism, electricity, gravity and love are, but have no intellectual ability to perceive them. The world continues to remain a mystery.
Dark Matter eludes me completely. As Richard Feynman suggests, in the mind, knowing and understanding do not take the same journey.
Dark Matter, from the Penguin Dictionary. Invisible and unidentified matter that is believed by astronomers to account for up to 90 % of the universe’s mass.
Jack Winn has always shown a proclivity for trying to understand the inexplicable in our existence. Crop circles, which seem worldwide events, the tombs of giants in ancient Egypt, the Easter Island sculptures, all these things capture his imagination.
I wonder if he has yet explored that ancient idea of the music of the spheres, which was the interaction of the planets of the then-known solar system. He is a musician as well as an artist. I think it might interest him.
Dark matters a great deal here, once we move, I fear I will never experience the stars again. And, oh if you could have been with me to see a blood moon rising, I was ready to call 911, I thought the world was on fire.